Right off the back I wanna say... I didn't use a editor.
My name is Billy Turner... married to, well was about to marry Miley Case, who is now Miley Jenkins. When I was in high school, I was bullied by the most popular person, Fredrick Jenkins... hence the last name. I was disgusted by him and would want to hit him with everything I could get my hands on whenever I saw his ugly face. I'm not racist; in fact, I dated a black girl named Tasha when I was in high school. It's sad to say that she moved to California. Miley told me she didn't want to have sex until she got married
Guess I should give you a little more information than just my name. I'm 5'7, brown hair, I have green eyes, pale skin, a slight pointy nose, I'm lanky... yea, lanky. I'm don't have a ounce of athletic inside me. I always stayed at home and studied for test. I graduated with a 4.0 and of course, Fredrick or Fred had to ruin my day but dumping green paint on me as I walked out the building, my diploma in hand. Anyway... I guess I should tell you the story.... here it goes.
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I met Miley as a senior, she was knew, came from Montana... yup, Montana. She was a wet dream on legs, no joke! She has blonde hair(which she dyed), blue eyes, pointy nose, stood about 5'0 or 1, had nice 34C tits, a small waist and a tight firm butt that caught the attention of many guys... including Fred. She was all innocent and caring to me. The teacher let her sit anywhere, and lucky for me. There was an empty seat right beside me. I never felt such a way to a girl the way I felt for her. I remember how I twitched in my khaki slacks when she swayed over to me. That day she wore a v-neck that showed her breast valley, along with some hip-hugging jeans.
"Can I sit here?" She asked me.
"Naw, sit by me baby!" Someone yelled, making everyone crack up laughing.
"Y-Yea." I stuttered... good going Billy.
She sat her things down and plopped down in the chair, I know had a partner and didn't have to do most things by myself in this class. We have joined desk, two people at a table. Fred sat with his best friend, Taylor. I always thought Fred as someone who was everything I'm not... and better at it too. He was muscular, he had a nice tan tone, brown eyes, stood 6'0, and played almost all the sports the school offered... including hockey with his father.
"What's your name?" She asked me, I blushed as she started at me with bright blue eyes.
"Billy... you're Miley?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
"Yes, nice to meet you."
And on from there we became a couple, we graduated the same year, and got married soon after. We always talked about having kids and building a house of our own. Three years later was when it all feel apart.
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"I'm going to the store!" Miley yelled from the living room.
"I'll go too!" I yelled, I needed to get out this shithole for a while.
"No, you have to watch the steaks." Miley said, making me look at her as if she tried to throw a sword at me.
"Alright... how long will it take you?" I asked, surrendering.
"Approximately... 3 hours." She said.
"3 hours!" I yelled shocked, looking at her, my eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
"Yea... it's the holidays." She said, turning around and heading out the door before I could say another word.
I went to check on the steaks to see... the stove was off and the steaks weren't even cooking yet. I turned on the over... my mother taught me how to cook, did I tell you that? I went to the frige and started pulling out things, that's when I realized...... we don't have steak sauce. I sluggishly walked to the cord phone and dialed up Miley's number. I was sent immediately to voice mail. I tried to call again... she picked up.
"H-Hello?" She seemed out of breath and I could hear a male voice in the background.
"We don't have steak sauce." I said blankly.
